There is a bright red oval on the heart, which is the mark left by the locket.

He also saw the half-healed hole in his forearm.

"Where did you put the Horcruxes?"

"It's in my bag, I think we should put it away for a while."

He lay on the pillow and looked at her haggard, gray face.

"We shouldn't have gone to Godric's Hollow. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Hermione, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I wanted to go too. I really thought Dumbledore would leave the sword there for you to pick up."

"Yeah, alas...we guessed wrong, didn't we?"

"What happened, Harry?

What happened after she took you upstairs?

Is that snake hiding somewhere?

Did it jump out, kill her, and attack you again?"

"No," he said, "she is the snake...or the snake is her..."

"Wha-what?"

He closed his eyes and smelled the scent of Bathilda's house on him, which made the whole incident horrifyingly real.

"Bathilda must have been dead for a while, and the snake is...in her body.

The mysterious man left it waiting in Godric's Hollow.

You are right, he knew I would come back."

Even though she had known this fact for a long time, it was still a bit unnerving for Hermione to hear Harry describe the situation with her own ears.

She actually didn't want what Harry said to be true. To her, the old lady was a respectable senior in the wizarding world, but it was obviously a pity that she had to be treated like this after her death.

thing.

"The snake is inside her?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. He felt that Hermione was so sick that she was about to vomit.

"Lupine said there would be magic that we can't imagine," Harry said, "Bathilda didn't want to speak in front of you just now, because it was Parseltongue, it was all Parseltongue, and I didn't realize it.

Because I was in a relatively anxious situation at the time, and I could understand what she said.

As soon as we arrived in the room upstairs, the snake reported to the mysterious man. I heard it in my head, and I felt him get excited. He said he wanted to watch me there...and then..."

Hermione was silent.

Because although she couldn't understand it, she could still tell that Bathilda's voice was not human.

It was she, under Jon's instruction, who sent Harry into danger.

Harry didn't know what Hermione was thinking. He thought of the snake jumping out of Bathilda's neck, but he didn't think Hermione needed to know these details.

"...She changed and turned into the snake and attacked."

He looked down at the hole in his arm.

"It won't kill me, it just wants to keep me in check until the mysterious person arrives."

If he could kill the snake, it would be worth it, everything was not in vain... He felt very depressed, and sat up and lifted the blanket.

"Harry, no, you need to rest!"

"It's you who need to go to sleep.

I said don't be offended, you look really ugly.

I'm fine, I'll keep watch for a while.

Where is my wand?"

She didn't answer, just looked at him.

"Where's my wand, Hermione?"

She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Harry..."

"Where's my wand?"

She reached to the bedside, picked it up and handed it to him.

The holly and phoenix tail feather wand was almost broken in two.

A fragile phoenix feather held the two pieces together, and the wood had completely broken.

Harry held it in his hands as if he were holding a seriously injured life.

He couldn't think, his mind was full of panic and fear.

Then he handed the wand to Hermione.

"Fix it, please."

"Harry, I don't think so, it's broken like this——"

"Please, Hermione, try it!"

"Restore - restore as before."

The dangling half of the wand was connected.

Harry lifted it up.

"Lumos flash!"

The wand lit up faintly and went out again.

Harry pointed it at Hermione.

"Expelliarmus!"

Hermione's wand tilted a little, but she didn't release it.

This feeble attempt was too much for Harry's wand, and it broke into two pieces.

He looked at it, petrified, unable to comprehend what he was seeing...this battle-hardened wand...

"Harry," Hermione said, so softly that he could barely hear her, "I'm very, very sorry. I think it was me.

You know, when we were escaping, the big snake was coming towards us, so I cast an explosive spell and it bounced around, it must have - it must have hit -"

"It was an accident," Harry said mechanically. He felt empty and his head was dazed: "We-we will find a way to fix it."

"Harry, I think there's nothing we can do."

Hermione said, tears streaming down her face: "Remember...remember Ron?

After his wand broke in a car accident, it never recovered and he had to buy another one."

Harry thought of Ollivander, who was kidnapped and held by Voldemort, and of Gregovich, who was dead.

How would he find a new wand?

"Oh," he said in a normal tone, "Okay, then I'll borrow yours for a while, and I'll go watch."

With tears streaming down her face, Hermione handed over her wand.
Chapter completed!